Street Rat

Quinn

I walk the road alone in the middle of the damp  night. No one is around. It was silent except for the faint sound of rats squeaking in the distance. Cars honk on the streets of New York. OK, I am Quinn Osborn. I am sixteen. And i am a ran away from home. Not like when little kids threaten their parents that they are going to run away. I mean the real deal, like living on the streets with perverts, and I bet my parents will not notice me gone until next week. I walk in the silence of my thoughts.

 A man with a short brown beard with some grey specs in it and hazel eyes that matched his yellow and black teeth comes walk over to me with one hand behind his back and the other in front with ketchup on it. I could tell he was hiding a gun behind his back and had a fake limp to act injured. He walked to me and fell onto me murmuring, "Help me." I caught him and put him on the bench, "Sorry, I can't help. Maybe find someone else." He looked at me like i was crazy.I turn to walk away but hear the noise of a gun about to fire. I put my hands up and turn around. He held the gun up, his hand was shaking. I look around for something to hide behind something I could use as ...

"Give me your money." His voice was horse. I reach into my bag and pull out my old wallet. I plan ahead. I throw it n the floor by his feet. He picks it up and motions his gun with his head to tell me to go. I run of before he looks inside the wallet. I could hear him yell stop in the distance. The gun fires past me as i turn the corner. I run into the dollar tree and hide behind a isle. He walks by with his gun hidden. He throws the wallet on the ground and walks off. I peak through the window and watch until he disappears into the next alley.

I walk out and pick up my wallet. I walk back the way I came and found Central Park. I climbed one of the trees and made it comfortable to sleep in. My eyes slowly shut and I drift to sleep. Not a heavy sleep, but a light one so I can hear what is going on around me. 

When I wake up, I can see in the distance people walking on the side walk to get to work and I can hear taxi drivers yelling at each other. I jump out the tree and land on the grass. I look around me and try to register what to do. I run to the sidewalks to go into a Starbucks. I hate coffee and their coffees are too expensive on the amount I have, but I do like their hot chocolate. I could smell it as I opened the door. No, I need to clean up. As I walk by people turn up to look at me. I start to speed up as more people turn to look at me. I go into the bathroom and look in a mirror. Now I see why they starred. 

I had a few leaves stuck in my hair with dirt patches on my face. I had small bags forming under my eyes for not getting enough sleep and looked really skinny. I was already skinny before but now I am a little more skinny. I remember my mom trying to get me to gain wait so I could find a man. She would feed me fattening foods but it never work. No, that is the past. I need to worry about the future. Now to change the future by different clothes. I go to the handicap stall and change. After two different shorts and five different shorts t end with something that didn't make me look needy. I had a white tank top with some exercise grey capries and combat boots. I pull my hair up in a messy bun and take the leaves out. When I walk out, most of the people were gone and it was mostly maybe college students on computers. 

I walk around looking for some food. I find a half eaten McDonald's breakfast. Luckily it was in a bag. I ate the pancakes and the hash brown but didn't touch the biscuit because it had a bite in it. I walk around some more and sit and read until lunch when I am hungry. I go to the Starbucks and get a hot chocolate. As I drink it I read my book, The Murder House. It is really good. Right now I am at the part where the accused murderer is in court being judge but I know he couldn't have killed the people. I sit and read for probably another hour. I leave and walk around to find something to eat I go to almost every trash can and only find loose food. I see a McDonald's and debate on whether I should look there. Every time I eat one of their meals that aren't breakfast I get sick. I decided to go behind and search. I look in the main dumpster but find nothing.

 When I climb out I see a little girl. School must have ended. She walks over to me and pulls on my capri leg. I look down at her with a pleasant smile, "Yes?" She looks up and tilts her head in a cute way. "Are you lost? My mommy could help. I give a little giggle. I don't know why, but she giggles to. She moves her hands up to say, pick me up. I lift her up and stick her on my hip. "So, if your mommy can help I will have to ask her? Where is you mom?" I ask in a gentle soothing voice, I didn't want to scare her. "She points to the sidewalk and I see a man in a black suit run by. "That is my body guard. I ran away she  looks at me, "Did you run away from your mommy too?" I look at her shocked and put her down. "Ya, but you shouldn't run from your mommy she will get scared." I explain kneeling down with my hands on her shoulders. "Isn't your mom scared for you." I stand up and look at the side walk. I hope I can catch him. 

I take her hand, "Do you think we can catch him?" She smiles and nods. We run out the ally way and run to catch up to him. We don't make it far though. Right when we leave the ally we run into a tall slim teenage boy about 18. He has well kept hair and blue eyes like the ocean. I fall to the ground putting the little girl on top me so she doesn't get hurt. He turns and looks at me and then the little girl. He holds a hand out and the girl takes it. He helps her up and moves into the ally way to get out of the way. As he shoves her in the ally he looks down and lends me his hands to get up. He has a strong grip on my hands. When I am standing straight I start to wobble and feel something run down the side of my forehead. He touches where it dripped and then pulls his hands pack and shows me his fingers. They were covered in blood. Great only a few days and I am already injured. He pulls me of the sidewalk and then turns to the little girl. I think they know each other